Chapter 203: Goodbye Qi Miaoxuan

Gu Mo held a long, narrow flying knife in his hand, its blade gleaming with a chilling light, seemingly trembling in the blowing sand.

The moment Gu Chudong finished speaking, Gu Mo's hand flicked lightly, and the flying knife shot from his grasp. For a moment, time seemed to freeze, only to be utterly torn apart in the very next second.

The desert night wind whipped sand against the window lattices, and the copper bells on the eaves chimed with a rusty tremor.

Under the cover of night, the flying knife transformed into three streaks of cold light. Swifter than a meteor and faster than lightning, it instantly cleaved the darkness into three segments.

Wu Chang's longsword had barely cleared its sheath by three inches when a silver gleam pierced the Dazhui acupoint at the back of his neck. This man was a renowned assassin, famous in the martial world for his swift sword, yet at this moment, he hadn't even had time to draw it. A half-formed groan escaped his throat.

As a spray of blood bloomed on the sand, the second flying knife pierced the Tanzhong acupoint of the Bone-Sticking Scholar. His soul-reaping folding fan still trembled in his sleeve. He spat out a mouthful of blood, the mist of which was instantly scattered by the wind and sand. His body swayed, then he fell heavily to the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.

Granny Bloodhand heard the commotion and turned to look, but she only caught a glimpse of cold light. The flying knife had already arrived, too swift for her to even feel fear. It sliced through her neck as if cutting through thin paper, and blood gushed out, instantly carried away by the wind and sand.

In the moonlight, the dark red cinnabar mark on her palm was seen to suddenly solidify. Her withered fingers still hung in mid-air as her entire body toppled against the broken wall like a puppet whose strings had been cut.

The thud of the three bodies hitting the ground stirred up the yellow sand, which rustled past the withered grass, torn to shreds by the flying sand.

When Gu Mo retracted his hand, the bloodstains on the three flying knives had already been licked clean by the wind and sand.

At that moment, in his mind, the system's notification sound rang out:

Killed a 3-star wanted criminal.Received 3-star reward: Max-level 'Classic of Poisons'.Claim?

Killed a 3-star wanted criminal.Received 3-star reward: Max-level 'Classic of Medicine'.Claim?

Killed a 2-star wanted criminal.Received 2-star reward: 'Elixir of Creation and Rebirth'.Claim?

Instantly, Gu Mo indicated to claim them.

In an instant, countless obscure yet infinitely mysterious characters and patterns surged into his consciousness like a wild tide. Every detail, from the exotic poison formulas, application methods, and crucial techniques in the 'Classic of Poisons', was clearly imprinted in his mind. Similarly, the profound medical theories, miraculous prescriptions, and exquisite medical skills from the 'Classic of Medicine' were instantly integrated and mastered by him.

The 'Classic of Poisons' and 'Classic of Medicine' were separately created by the couple Wang Nangu and Hu Qingniu from 'The Heaven Sword and Dragon Saber'. One was known as the 'Poison Immortal' and the other as the 'Medicine Immortal' in the martial world; both texts were top-tier secret manuals in the medical arts.

In that instant, Gu Mo became a master proficient in both medicine and poisons.

While the 'Classic of Poisons' and 'Classic of Medicine' might not elevate him to Grandmaster status compared to the medical arts of this world, they were still considered super-first-class in the martial world. Most remarkably, he was skilled in both medicine and poisons.

At this moment, the small desert village was in chaos. The evil sect members scattered like frightened birds and beasts, fleeing in panic. The deaths of Granny Bloodhand and the other two caused little ripple in this panicked situation. A few people caught glimpses out of the corner of their eyes; though startled, they only quickened their pace, with no one thinking of revenge. The strong wind, carrying flying sand and pebbles, quietly covered this transition of life and death, leaving behind only a din.

Seeing Gu Mo's mission accomplished, a flicker of excitement crossed Gu Chudong's eyes. She quickly put on her silver-threaded gloves and stepped forward to take the heads.

Just as her fingertips touched the knife hilt, a flurry of hoofbeats suddenly rang out, like rolling thunder, coming from deep within the desert.

Gu Chudong's heart jolted, and she instinctively looked up. The moonlight, like water, spilled across the vast desert. In the distance, dust billowed, and the distant horizon seemed to split open with a black line, like silk being sliced by a swift knife.

That black line expanded at a visible pace, transforming into a surging torrent of iron hooves. Hundreds of iron hooves trampled the moonlight, and the stirred-up sandstorm dyed half the sky a rusty color.

Hooves flew, breaking through the night. Wherever they went, yellow sand filled the sky, obscuring the sun, like a moving sandstorm carrying an endless sense of oppression that surged towards them.

"Six Doors!"

Someone shrieked as they were trampled into a bloody pulp by the hooves. The gilded tiger-head emblem on the chest of the lead rider flickered in and out of view in the sandstorm. As his longsword slashed down, it produced a sharp shriek of metal tearing through the air.

Hundreds of black-clad cavalry swept past like an iron torrent, leaving a layer of crimson rising from the sand where they passed. When those fleeing evil sect experts were overtaken by the iron hooves, they were trampled into paste before they could even scream.

There were at least three hundred Six Doors constables, each with a grim expression, their long blades gleaming with chilling killing intent. They charged without hesitation towards the evil sect members. For a time, sword glints and blade shadows flashed, cries of battle and screams intertwined. A bloody stench quickly permeated the air, making one want to vomit.

The evil sect experts who had already fled some distance were now enveloped by this sudden pursuit. The Six Doors cavalry clung to them like persistent leeches, relentlessly pursuing. The sound of hooves was like a death knell, urging them towards their demise. Under this overwhelming pressure, the resistance of the evil sect members seemed so feeble. One after another, they fell into pools of blood, and wails filled the desert.

Gu Chudong and Gu Mo stood on the rooftop, watching the hundreds of Six Doors cavalry charge against the evil sect members. Suddenly, their pupils contracted slightly as they noticed a white-haired, bearded elder within the Six Doors ranks.

The elder wielded a longsword, exceptionally fierce. With every strike, an evil sect expert's body would be torn to pieces. His sword techniques were ruthless and heavy; his sword momentum was as dazzling as the setting sun in late spring, yet concealed deadly killing intent. The arcs drawn by his blade could simultaneously seal seven of an opponent's vital acupoints.

"Long River Sunset, Setting Sun Blood Sword!" Gu Chudong exclaimed in surprise. "Brother, that person's swordplay comes from the same lineage as Brother Zhuo's, but he's much stronger at it than Brother Zhuo."

The scene was chaotic, and Gu Mo couldn't see clearly, so he hadn't noticed. He immediately focused his perception in the direction Gu Chudong indicated.

And in that very instant, the white-haired, bearded elder who was charging suddenly had his pupils contract. A strong killing aura flared from him as he said in a deep voice, "There's another master!"

He suddenly turned and looked towards Gu Mo and Gu Chudong, his heart greatly alarmed. He had only just noticed that two people were still standing on the wall over there.

However, when he clearly saw Gu Mo and Gu Chudong, the killing aura on him vanished instantly. He cupped his hands towards them, then said to the other Six Doors constables, "That's Gu Mo, the Great Hero of Yunzhou, and his sister, Gu, the Heroine. No need to worry!"

In less than a moment, the village was strewn with corpses, nearly a hundred bodies lying scattered everywhere. Only a small number of evil sect members had escaped, but some were still being pursued.

A group of high-ranking Six Doors officials, led by the white-haired, bearded elder, approached the Ziyang Escort Agency group.

The white-haired elder cupped his hands and said, "Du Sha, Chief Constable of the Six Doors of Yunzhou, greets His Royal Highness, the Second Prince, and Her Royal Highness, Princess Chengyang. We are late to your rescue; please forgive us, Your Highnesses!"

"Please forgive us, Your Highnesses!"

All the high-ranking Six Doors officials bowed in salute.

However, to everyone's